I wonder how many people in my part of the world noticed the change in the atmosphere today. Despite the gauzy rain and cloudless sky, the land was brighter. A miracle happened last night. As far as my eye could see, every single forsythia plant bloomed sometime between dusk and dawn.
I drove around town marveling at the sight of it. Never mind that I can’t breathe (and it might just be because of this plant, or a brand-new cold, I’m not yet sure). My eyes are clear and wide-open, taking in this handiwork – which happened while you and I slept.
Millions of yellow flowers on thousands of plants opened themselves in unison to the world – bright beacons of hope to remind us that while today there is drizzle, tomorrow the sun is coming….Yellow and gold, warm, and refreshing, ushering in a light-filled season after a long period of cold, grayish days.
My heart and soul understand the forsythia’s message, awaken to the change, and respond….
Sing to the Lord a new song;
sing to the Lord, all the earth.
Sing to the Lord, bless his name;
announce his salvation day after day.
Let the heavens be glad and the earth rejoice;
let the sea and what fills it resound;
let the plains be joyful and all that is in them.
Then let all the trees of the forest rejoice
before the Lord who comes,
who comes to govern the earth,
To govern the world with justice
and the peoples with faithfulness.
– Psalm 96: 1-2, 11-13
